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She had small ground for basing her judgments, but the doctor formed a good part of her conversation. Ruth's knowledge of him was somewhat larger, about the distance between Mrs. Levice's bedroom and the front door. She had a homely little way of seeing people to the door, and here it was the doctor gave her any new instructions.
"Her twenty-second, and she is still unmarried." "Well?" "Well, it is time she were. I should like to see it." "So should I," he acquiesced with marked decision. Mrs. Levice straightened herself up in bed and looked at her husband eagerly. "Is it possible," she exclaimed, "that we have both thought of the same parti?" It was now Mr. Levice's turn to start into an interested position.
He had no sooner taken up his abode with his uncle than he was regarded as the most useful and ornamental piece of foreign vertu in the beautiful house. Being a business man by nature, keen, wary, and indefatigable, he was soon able to take almost the entire charge of Levice's affairs. In a few years his uncle ceased to question his business capabilities.
"Go," she whispered through pale lips; "he is breathing with that " Kemp laid his hand upon her shoulder. "Stay here a second; it will be quite peaceful." She looked at him in agony and walked blindly in after Louis. He was lying as they had left him, with Mrs. Levice's hand in his. "Keep tight hold, darling," the rattling voice was saying.
"No, sir; I will not." Kemp drew himself up, bowed low, and stood waiting some further word, his face ashy white. Levice's lips trembled nervously, and then he spoke in a gentle, restrained way, half apologetically and in strange contrast to his former violence. "You see, I am an old man rooted in old ideas; my wife, not so old, holds with me in this.
Ruth, lovely in her pallor, sat near him; Mrs. Levice, on the other side of the bed, leaned back in her chair placed close to her husband's pillow; more remote, though inadvertently so, sat Dr. Kemp. It was by Mr. Levice's desire that these four had assembled here. He was sitting up, supported by many pillows; his face was hollow and colorless; his hands lay listlessly upon the counterpane.
"It's nothing at all, Jules," she cried, trying to laugh and failing lamentably; "I I'm only silly." "There, dear, don't talk." Levice's face was white as he soothingly stroked her hair. "Oh!" The doctor stepped in front of them, and laying both hands upon her shoulders, motioned Levice aside. "Hush! Not a word!" At the sound of his stern, brusque voice, the long quivering shriek stopped halfway.
"And they are stanch, silent friends on such a night," remarked Kemp, softly. She kept before them till they reached the gate, and stood inside of it as they drew near. "Then you will not be home till Monday," he said, taking Mrs. Levice's hand and raising his hat; "and I am off on the early morning train. Good-by." As she turned in at the gate, he held out his hand to Ruth.
He left town after taking her to see the "Fool's Revenge" as a sort of substitution. "You seemed to be enjoying the poor Fool's troubles last night," observed Dr. Kemp, in the morning; they were still standing in Mrs. Levice's room. "I? Not enjoying his troubles; I enjoyed Booth, though, if you can call it enjoyment when your heart is ready to break for him. Were you there? I did not see you."
In such a house, in every Jewish house, one finds the best nurses in the family. Shafts of pale sunlight darted into the room and rested on Mr. Levice's hair, covering it with a silver glory, they trailed along the silken coverlet, but stopped there; one little beam strayed slowly, and almost as if with intention, toward Arnold, seated near the foot of the bed.
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